Hello everyone! I'm back with a new story. I was writing part of this for a while at the same time as No Need To Worry. I wanted to post 2 chapters for this at a time, but I wouldn't be finished with it for a while, so I wanted to see how people liked this for now. For those of you reading No Need To Worry...I'm already working on Chapter 2, you guys deserved it... So here's the full synopsis....

Synopsis: After the Team Galactic incident a couple months ago, Cyrus wants to rebuild Team Galactic. He devises a plan that closes down all the gyms and battle facilities, suspend the contests, and postpone the Pokemon League all for the duration of one year. After, somehow, getting approval, he then seeks 100 of the world's most well-known trainers, breeders, and coordinators. He sends them an invitation to enroll into his academy as an experiment in which each student shall refine their skills in raising and training their pokemon.

A/N: Mask of Ice does not own Pokemon.....well not yet...XD

There you go! Well enjoy! and something very important...REVIEW!

Chapter 1

~Hi-Tech Correctional Facility off the coast of Canalave City~

~12 Midnight~

The emotionless crime boss, known as Cyrus, sighed as he sat in his hi-tech security cell. He looked back to before he was caught. What had gone wrong? He was at the top of his game, Dialga and Palkia were under his control, and he was brought down by a couple of meddling twerps. Cyrus had aspired for his organization to reach great heights, but his perfect organization was ruined. All of his minions fled, while Saturn, Mars, and Jupiter were all taken away to separate, remote correctional facilities. Pluto's whereabouts are still unknown, as the police force couldn't trace where he escaped to. That traitor, who needed him anyways. Cyrus smirked. He had finally figured out a plan to reestablish his organization under a new name. Galactic, such a memorable name now tainted by his failure. Though the future was bleak, Cyrus would achieve his goal, through any means necessary. The organization's new name would be Stark. All he needed was some money, his top operatives, and 100 trainers. More importantly, his first order of business would be breaking out of jail. As soon as the guards by his cell fell asleep, Cyrus combed through his hair and pulled out a computer chip, he put it through a slot in the cell and the cell unlocked.

"I wonder what amateur put together this cell," Cyrus commented as he walked out the cell.

With the guards still asleep, he quietly made his way towards a vent, crawled inside, and made sure he covered up his tracks. From what he remembered, there were a few vent passageways, but more importantly from where he stands, one was where his pokemon were being held, and the other he would use for escape. He would need his pokemon, at least one anyway. He navigated through the vents and found the storage room, there were guards inside. All he needed was a distraction, even a small one in order to grab one the pokeballs that sat in the containment unit. At that moment, alarms went blaring off everywhere.

"Damn," Cyrus muttered.

They knew he had broken out. In the storage room, the guards stood by their post as a rouge woman came walking in. She looked like your typical Officer Jenny, but this one was looked like she contained no emotion. She was often described as a heartless wretch. She had no tolerance for crime, no matter the reason. She'd give every dangerous criminal she caught an icy-cold death-glare. She'd keep them under close watch and made sure it was far beyond impossible to escape. As she walked in to the room, Cyrus crawled backwards into the vent. If she were to get even a whiff of him, it'd be all over. He could even think back to the day he was first brought in. She controlled this place with an iron fist. Those foolish enough to try to escape, would always be caught by her, and were never seen again. He would never be like those fools. He would not get caught, he needed this break.

"Any sign of him?" she asked.

"No sir!" the guards answered.

"What was that?" she questioned glaring at them.

"No ma'am!" the guards corrected themselves.

"It's only because of you imbeciles weren't paying attention!" Officer Jenny yelled at them.

The guards flinched as she continued.

"And you call yourselves guards, you should be fired! No matter, it's not like he can escape anyway. This place is on an island that can only be reached by helicopter, unless he wants to face the sharp, pointy rocks that surround the place, he's trapped," Officer Jenny said smirking.

Cyrus smirked also, he liked a challenge.

"Well for now, keep watch for him the hallways," Jenny commanded.

"Yes ma'am!" they responded.

As Officer Jenny left the room, she gave it one last look in case anything seemed out of place. The doors slid close. Cyrus waited, until he was absolutely sure that she was gone. He immediately slid out of the vent and looked closely at the containment unit. It needed a fingerprint confirmation.

'This is so simple,' Cyrus thought.

Cyrus grabbed nearby tape and put some over the finger scanner, and pressed on it. If she was the only one who could access it, her fingerprints should remain on the scanner. Cyrus looked fretfully at the machine, it didn't confirm the fingerprint, and instead more alarms began blaring. He worst fear was confirmed when a voice came over the PA.

"Nice try Cyrus, I always smudge my fingerprints after locking up. Don't try to run either, as you should probably know, there are guards outside that room. I was waiting for you, now I'm on my way."

Cyrus frantically began trying to figure out how to escape. In the midst of his frantic pacing, he knocked over a few boxes. Right in the middle of the mess, was a pokeball.

"I'm saved," Cyrus said almost happily.

He quickly grabbed the pokeball, and hastily made his way back into the vents. At that exact moment, Jenny came bursting into the room.

"Cyrus!" he could hear her shouting.

He smirked again, he was going to escape, the prison, its warden, and his old life.

"Sir! Should we go in pursuit of Cyrus? Sir!" one the guards asked.

"Don't bother, like I said before he's trapped, prepare a copter for me. Like every felon I've faced trying to escape, I will catch him, dead or alive."

Cyrus finally made it to the exit. He pushed through the vent, and peered down to the crashing waves, trying their best, to cover up the dangerous, pointy rocks. He looked at the pokeball, he now held in his hand. He owes his escape to this pokemon, without it, he'd be in the clutches of that woman. He released the pokemon from its pokeball into the water, and jumped in himself.

~3 minutes later~

A helicopter came hovering around the vent where Cyrus supposedly escaped. As helicopter got closer, Jenny opened the door, and peered over to the vent and saw a scrap of clothing being blown by the wind.

"He actually jumped," she said smirking. "He's so not escaping. You there! Tell them to transport my pokeball."

The guards in the helicopter lost color in their skin, with the news they were ready to tell.

"About the pokeball…" one of them had courage to say.

"What about it?" Jenny snapped back.

"It was reported missing, after searching the room," the other finished.

"What?!"

The look on Jenny's face was absolutely murderous.

~A few hours later~

Cyrus was woken up due to the light crashing of waves on the beach. He got up and surveyed his surroundings. It was barley dawn, so there wasn't much to see. He then looked for the pokemon he used in his grand escape. He found it. In the ocean, waiting for him to wake, was a Dragonair.

"So," he said. "You're my savior."

It nodded.

"Well, let's return you to your pokeball for now," Cyrus said.

After doing so, while walking on the beach, he stumbled upon a sign.

~Floaroma Town~

"Our fragrance is vividly waiting for you"

He groaned.

"I hate this place, he muttered.

Cyrus began walking down the street in hopes of finding a place to stay. Jail had weakened him physically. Well, its warden anyways. She would usually starve the prisoners as a form of torture. From he remembered, Cyrus hadn't eaten in about 3 days. After using most of his stamina for his great escape, he was extremely fatigued. It was really affecting him now. He took one more grand step, before collapsing. A one more thoughts entered his head before losing consciousness.

'Please, do not let her find me here.'

It was probably inevitable anyway, news of his escape might've been released already. He lied there hoping someone would find him. Someone who would shield him from his impending doom…